article: It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves dancing in the cool wind. I felt lonely and life is uninteresting. But one day, the sound of a violin came into my ears. I was so surprised that I ran out to see where it was from. A young girl, standing in the wind, was lost in playing her violin.
  I had never seen her before. The music was so wonderful that I forgot who I was.
  Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the same place and I was the only listener. It seemed that I no longer felt lonely and life became interesting. We didn't know each other, but I thought we were already good friends.
  One day, when I was listening, the sound suddenly stopped. The girl came over to me.
  "You must like violin." she said.
  "Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop?" I asked.
  Suddenly, a sad expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual.
  "I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It is your listening every day that has _ me." she said.
  "In fact, it is your music that has given me those meaningful days." I answered. "Let us be friends."
  The girl smiled and I smiled.
  I never heard her play again in my life. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the girl. She is like a dream; so short, so bright that it makes life beautiful.
  There are many kinds of friends. Some are always with you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but are close to you. I shall always think of those golden days and the girl with the violin. She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.
question: The writer's life was   _   because of the girl.
options: boring colourful unhappy sad